Hello and thank you for taking a few minutes to read my story.
I went through a divorce in 2014 from my husband of 14 years. We had been raising my granddaughter since her birth in 2006 so although I took her with me to love I never denied him access to her. I understood that he was the only father she’d ever known. I love my granddaughter so much she’s a beautiful soul.
In 2015 while driving down a country road on our way to meet my ex for a weekend visit, my Grandaughter and I were chatting…she was upset that I had insisted she change clothes prior to our departure as I deemed them too short, when all the sudden she stopped talking mid conversation and I watched in horror as her whole body began to pull inward as if she were curling into a fetal position. I repeatedly shouted her name with no response on her part. I raced to the nearest ER and that was the beginning of her journey with Epilepsy.
Since my divorce I have had one romantic relationship with an old flame of mine. At first it seemed like one of those things that is just meant to be. Fate had brought us back together again and we were so happy. I moved both me and my granddaughter a few hours north and began trying to build our lives in a new location. I hadn’t taken anything from my divorce including alimony,etc…but I had money in my Vanguard I could draw on (401k) if necessary.
I found it extremely difficult to find work as my work history was not a common one and it was challenging to find jobs that fit my skill set and not knowing anyone made it almost impossible in this world of online resumes where your just another “applicant” in many. I went through my entire 401k and as I was doing so the relationship I was in deteriorated as well. It was about at this time that my granddaughter asked if she could try out living with her dad and I was grateful as it would prevent her from having to go through yet another break up in her home and it would keep her stable as I transitioned yet again.
The break up was very ugly and as a result I decided to go visit friends in Oregon for a month to let things die down before I come back and pack up my stuff to move. When I returned from my trip the home I’d been living in was boarded up and empty!! Frantic I began making calls and found out my ex had moved and all of my things were GONE….ALL OF THEM…every sentimental item,…all my furniture…all my office stuff…EVERY SINGLE THING….not to mention I was thrown into a situation of homelessness immediately.
I was in a state of emotional and mental shock at this point …but at least I had what I’d taken with me to Oregon and a little money…and my car.
My car that I’d been so grateful for because now it was my home as well as transportation….began to have issues within a week of my return from Oregon…first thing that happened was a broken transaxle. I knew it had been making noise but I hadn’t had repair money and eventually it broke. Thankfully a good semaritan I’d met in my newest endeavor offered to assist me with rides to parts store and such. They even agreed to allow me to take all my worldly belongings with me as not to leave them in my broken down car to be stolen.
Needless to say I was feeling pretty grateful to have found a nice person when I needed help more now than I ever had in my entire life. I thanked them profusely on the way to the parts store…even getting a little teary eyed as it was such a relief that someone actually cared and was being nice to me. I plugged my cell phone in to charge as I grabbed my wallet out of my purse and headed into store with promises of hurrying as not to make them wait long.
Little did I know they could’ve cared less if I hurried or not as they would not be there when I emerged from the store regardless. I was horrified as it began to sink in what had actually just happened. They had conned me…and essentially just driven off with literally everything I had in this world…down to my last pair of panties…laptop…cell phone…etc… I’M SUCH AN IDIOT!!!!
I roamed around town trying to flag down a cop and when stores opened in the am…(yes I spent a night on street with homeless population …technically I was one of them now) I began to try to explain my situation to a few store people to ask to use a phone as they called me a dirty vagrant and kicked me out of their store treating me like some pesky stray animal they were trying to scare off. I was OUTRAGED….HELLO PEOPLE I’M A VICTIM HERE…..nobody believed me or cared….
That was probably my lowest point and I’ve been digging…clawing….fighting my way up this mountain of reclaiming my life for awhile now. I’ve been hungry…cold….hot….in despair…but never gave up as my granddaughter still needs me. I draw strength knowing that no matter what I have to keep going because she needs me.
Recently….less than a week ago…my ex dropped my grandaughter at my neices house and doesn’t want her anymore. I was afraid something like this would happen someday because I had been told by no less than three different former marriage counselors independent of one another that he exhibited strong tendencies for narcissistic personality disorder. I allowed him to continue his relationship with my granddaughter because he was the only father shed known and also because it was recommended by a therapist I had my granddaughter see. It would’ve been detrimental for me to forever be the bad mom who had taken her daddy away…he had to sink or swim on his own…well he sunk but at the worst time!
I’m asking for help. I need money to get a place for me and my granddaughter. I need to buy her a bed at least. I have an interview for a position with a busy veterinary office for office manager which pays well but I need to get my granddaughter now before she is forced into the system and I need a home to take her to. I hate asking for help but I really need help right now. I dont qualify for housing help or anything really because I dont technically have her with me ….I could just really use a hand up to get me jump started. I promise to pay it forward when I get back on my feet.
Thanks for your time in reading this and for your consideration and generosity. It is much appreciated.